Exploring the Melodic Journey: Unveiling the Tale behind Merle Haggard‘s “The Roots of My Raising”
In the heart of March 1976, Merle Haggard’s “The Roots of My Raising” ascended to the pinnacle of Billboard’s country singles chart, marking his ninth consecutive number one hit and adding another jewel to his crown of 14 chart-toppers out of his last 15 singles. But behind this melodic triumph lies a narrative woven from nostalgia and a longing for simpler times, penned by none other than Haggard’s friend and fellow troubadour, Tommy Collins.
Reflecting on the song’s evocative essence, Collins lamented the fading echoes of a bygone era, where the essence of rural America seemed to slip away amidst the trappings of modernity. Drawing from his own upbringing on a farm near Bethany, Oklahoma, Collins breathed life into “The Roots of My Raising,” crafting a ballad steeped in the memories of yesteryears.
During the genesis of the song, Haggard and his then-wife Bonnie Owens found themselves drawn to Collins’ abode in Bakersfield, California. Even in its embryonic state, the unfinished melody resonated with Haggard, who resolved to immortalize it through his voice. And so, amidst the rustic charm of Collins’ home, the seeds of “The Roots of My Raising” took root, eventually blossoming into Haggard’s 23rd chart-topping single, with the dulcet harmonies of future wife Leona Williams enriching its tapestry.
Yet, the tale doesn’t end there. In 1981, Haggard sought to pay homage to Collins, not just for the musical triumphs they shared but for the enduring friendship that bound them. Thus, “Leonard” was born, a heartfelt ode to Collins (or Leonard Raymond Sipes, as he was known). Infused with personal anecdotes and penned during a journey to Gatlinburg, Tennessee, the song became a testament to the profound bond between two kindred spirits.
What ensued was a moment of poignant surprise as Collins, unsuspecting, found himself invited to one of Haggard’s recording sessions. As the chords of “Leonard” filled the studio, Collins was overcome with emotion, touched by Haggard’s heartfelt tribute. The song, although reaching only #9 on the charts, breathed new life into Collins’ career, rekindling interest in his musical legacy.
As one of the architects of the iconic “Bakersfield Sound,” Collins’ influence stretched far and wide, from nurturing talents like Buck Owens to leaving an indelible mark on the country music landscape. His journey, from the early days on the “Town Hall Party” radio show to his chart-topping hits, speaks volumes of his enduring impact.
In his twilight years, Collins continued to pen songs, leaving an indelible mark on the genre he cherished. Inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1999, his legacy lives on, immortalized in the melodies that continue to stir hearts and souls. Though he may have bid farewell to this earthly stage, his music lingers on, a testament to the enduring power of friendship and the timeless allure of country storytelling.
- Artists: Merle Haggard & The Strangers, Merle Haggard
- Released: November 1976
Lyrics
I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could see the proud old home
A tribute to a way of life that’s almost come and gone.
The roots of my raising run deep
I come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down
I sink the roots of my raising run deep.
I pulled into the driveway Lord it sure was good to be there
And through the open door I could see that dad was asleep in his favorite chair
In his hand was a picture of mom and I remembered how close they were
So I just turned away I didn’t want to wake him spoil his dreams of her.
A christian Mom who had the strength for life the way she did
Then to pull that apron off and do the Charleston for us kids
Dad a quiet man who’s gentle voice was seldom heard
Who could borrow money at the bank simply on his word.
The roots of my raisin’ run deep
I come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down
I sink the roots of my raising run deep.
The roots of my raisin’ run deep…